Prakash P Koshy Poems

It is sad to bid adieu to you Gulmohar blossoms this season,
You give us visual treat for many days.
You withstand the onslaught of melting summer,
And in the scorching times you bequeath us hues of enchantment,
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In the heavy rain, I could see trees only in less green as shadows,
and the lights in a beautiful but a distorted way,
That does not mean my eyes gone bad
and trees lost its green sheen and the light is weak
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Let the babies sleep peacefully
Do not wake them up to death.
We may be angry or hungry.
Do not show that perilous nature to kids
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